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[rhike]

" Interest "

Yandere KazuScara x Reader

Part 1

Summary : Accidentally sparking interest with the famous couple in your school is not the best achievement your proud of.

Tags:

stolen underwear, suggestive (not much), stalking, trespassing mentioned

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"you're all dismissed" the professor muttered, not bothering to glance up as he packed his laptop.

You felt relief when the day finally came to an end no more school related things and you can rest peacefully

Your schedule has been packed with managing the budget of the school for the up coming festival and events thats being hosted by the school. Although you surprised yourself with how well your managing your position in the student council well despite procrastinating your works most of the time. You weren't a responsible person when it comes to deadline, always bites you in the ass later when you do so.

Alas, why would you join such a impactful club in the first place? simple, you wanted to get closer to the on and only council president, ayato. You grimaced a little at the thought. Your decision hadn’t exactly been noble—you joined solely because of a stupid crush on the council president. In hindsight, not your brightest moment, but somehow, you’d proven yourself a decent treasurer. Even if managing large sums of money still made your stomach twist.

Well at least now you can finally rest and not worry about-

"[name]?" ah never mind, Your heart stuttered slightly at the way he spoke your name. You always thought his voice sounded like a lullaby—like a mother humming to a child

The familiar soft tone spoke with you accompanied by a light tap on your shoulder. You turned and was met with soft red eyes, you find your shoulders relaxing again before smiling at him "kazuha you scared me a bit.." kazuha chuckled before politely apologizing "forgive me i didn't mean to sneak up on you like that"

Behind kazuha was his lover with his signature scowl that makes you question whatever you did wrong to be glared at as if your mere presence had offended him, weird guy. "if your brain wasn't busy flying off the wonderland you would notice us calling out to you multiple times" his glare burning a hole through your skull.

In contrast of kazuha's friendly approach scara was more straightforward and sarcastic. You cleared your throat brushing off scara's remark- "Sorry i've just been busy lately, what did you guys need?"

"We've been paired to a project remember?" Kazuha reminded, you felt aa bit guilty because it may have slipped your mind.

"Yeah totally!" you played it off cool, well tried to. The project that was unfortunately handed to your group was about altering an ending from a story. "if you could change a tragic ending of a story, what would it be?" the question lingers in your mind.

"Where should we discuss it?" Kazuha stepped closer, he carried chair that was in front of you before sitting down now facing you. Scara dragged a chair that was beside you, sitting down and not bothering to turn the chair forwards ,just sat down face forward to both you and kazuha

You felt a bit trapped and your nerves becoming uneasy, you brushed it off. "Anywhere is fine, the library is still open after classes isnt it?"

"The library is closed, the schools renovating it" scara spoke quickly cancelling the idea while kazuha nodded "It would be better if we discussed it in a quite place no?"

"I'm not sure, I mean we can discuss it here now- the classroom is empty and quiet" you muttered, you hoped they won't suggest doing the project now, you really wanted to take a rest already "then get locked in by the janitor? no way, most students would be home by now." scara again, turned down the idea

"how about a cafe? there's one thats open now" you suggested again, the smell of coffee and comfortable music sounded nice while discussing about a project

"too noisy" guess who complained, you were starting to get annoyed you were about to speak again before kazuha finally spoke "how about we just stayed over someones house?" kazuha suggested

you were hesitant, you weren't a big fan of staying over someone else's house nor having house visitors "Fine, but not at my place." scara replied sternly, you've heard rumors of him not having the best relationship with his family, you werent one to pry but the shush whispers was a bit too loud in the halls

"how about you [name]?" kazuha turned his attention back to you, a usual soft smile on his face, he was precious and makes you wonder how scara pulled him. "oh yeah no, ive got no problem with it"

"Whose house are we staying over at?" scara inquired ,fixing his position on the chair "I can't have people over at the moment due to personal problems"

Their gaze shifted to you as you flinched, you lived alone after you moved away from your parents, you werent comfortable with other people even close to you being inside the comfort of your own home. "um..i guess my place is available" you were reluctant with inviting them but you didn't seem to have any other options as scara will only turn down your suggestion.

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Regret.

Why do you keep making stupid decisions? Now, here you were. Sandwiched awkwardly between them as they accompanied you outside the school gates.

You hadn’t expected it. At all. You thought you'd just meet up later or exchange notes online—but no. They insisted.

Now, every pair of eyes in the courtyard was on you.

You could feel the stares: some curious, some envious, others hostile. Girls whispering behind their hands. Boys raising eyebrows, god you hated it.

Your school was also infamous for having rumors spread quickly than raindroplets that you watch race on the window of your car.

"there was no need to do this you know" embarrassed with your situation you were more used walking behind or the side because it was more comfortable, it always made you uneasy when your in the center of anything

"Dont mind them" kazuha assured and sent a smile your way. Scara however was glaring at every person that glanced at them.

When you finally arrived at your house you felt happiness, you missed your bed so much. The inside of your house was nothing special—bland, minimal, and a little too tidy, but still yours. The furniture was decent, and the air smelled faintly of detergent and something sweeter—maybe the lingering scent of your favorite body spray. As you kicked your shoes off, you could practically hear your mom scolding you in your head: “Don’t be a slob in front of guests.” You sighed.

Kazuha and scara followed behind you taking their shoes as well, they looked around the house and settled down on the couch as you ran upstairs to change to comfortable clothes. “She’s got more furniture in her bedroom than the living room,” Scaramouche muttered, tone amused as he leaned back into the cushions, arms draped across the back of the couch.

Kazuha chuckled quietly, nodding. “It’s cozy. And it smells like her,” he added, a faint warmth flickering in his eyes as he took in the room again. “It’s comforting.”

Scara rolled his eyes, but even he relaxed a little, breathing in the familiar scent that clung to the walls.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said, tossing his notebook onto the coffee table. “We haven’t even gotten what we came for.”

Your home smelled exactly like you it eased their nerves.

You came back down notebook and laptop in hand wearing much more comfortable clothes "I'm back,sorry if i took too long"

“You didn’t,” Kazuha said instantly.

The evening started normal, talking and discussing what story they were going to alter the ending. It was decided on romeo and juiet, in which scara complained to be too cliche but agreed with kazuhas persuasion.

Without realizing it, it was already late at night. "man that took so long..." you complained to yourself mumbling, you rarely did project ahead of time. You looked over to the couple, seeing them close and talking seriously about the alternative ending while you typed whatever it is they've agreed on you couldn't help but admire them.

Kazuha was gentle, a warm breeze personified. He was the kind of presence that made you feel grounded, safe. You’d seen him chatting casually with Ayato a few times, and it always left a strange tug in your chest.

Sometimes… sometimes, you swore you could feel his eyes on you during council meetings. Maybe you were imagining things. Wishful thinking. After all, he was taken.

Scaramouche, on the other hand, intimidated you. You tended to avoid him when possible. He was sharp-tongued, abrasive, and constantly at war with the school’s number-one delinquent—Childe. But even with his attitude, he had that kind of face people forgave instantly. Pretty privilege, as your best friend would say.

Plus, he turned into a grumbling tsundere whenever Kazuha so much as touched his hand. It was oddly… cute.

ou flinched, eyes darting away in embarrassment. “S-sorry,” you muttered, wishing you could shrink into the floor.

Scaramouche didn’t let it go. He smirked, head cocked to the side like a predator toying with its prey.

“Awfully bold of you to stare that long,” he drawled, voice low and laced with mockery. “Enjoying the view, are we?”

Kazuha’s gaze lingered on you, but unlike Scaramouche, there was no smugness—just something unreadable

“There’s no shame in admiring beauty when it presents itself,” he said gently, his words like silk. “But tell us, was it me… or Scaramouche who held your gaze longer?”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. What were you even supposed to say to that?

They stepped closer—Kazuha’s presence warm, like a breeze before summer rain; Scaramouche’s electric, sharp like static before a storm.

“Careful,” Scara murmured, now at your side, “You might make one of us jealous.”

Kazuha chuckled softly, almost soundlessly, eyes half-lidded in thought.

“Or worse… hopeful.”

You blinked up at them, heat rushing to your face.

“I-I just zoned out…”

“Of course,” Kazuha said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We understand.”

Scaramouche leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Next time, don’t zone out unless you’re ready to be the center of attention. Ours, specifically.”

Their closeness was suffocating. You could feel their warmth—see how their gazes bore into you. It was flattering and also weird to have their attention like this, to your luck scara excused himself to the bathroom

The silence that followed was strange—not uncomfortable exactly, but not peaceful either. The kind of silence that made your skin itch, like something was brewing just under the surface.

Kazuha was the one to break it, his voice light and thoughtful:

“I’ve seen you around Ayato a lot lately.”

You blinked, surprised, then let out a nervous chuckle. You shifted slightly, scooting to the side to create just a sliver of distance.

“Uh, yeah. The council’s been… hectic.”

He tilted his head, watching you too intently for comfort. “You two seem close.”

The comment caught you off guard. You weren’t exactly the most social person. Outside of Barbara and Jean, you barely talked to anyone.

“I mean… yeah, I guess?” you shrugged. “We work together a lot. He’s the student council president, after all.”

Kazuha’s gaze remained soft—but his eyes didn’t. There was something unreadable there, like glass over deep water.

“Do you like him?” he asked.

The question hit harder than you expected.

“I–what?” You blinked, flustered, heat crawling up your neck. “Am I that obvious?” You laughed awkwardly, looking away.

A slow nod from him. “The way you look at him… it’s gentle. Hopeful. You speak of him with stars in your voice.”

Your breath caught. That was… poetic. But it made you uneasy. How closely had he been watching you?

“He’s famous,” you said, trying to play it off with a nervous smile. “I’m just one of his admirers. One of many.”

Kazuha didn’t smile back. Instead, he leaned forward just a little, elbows resting on his knees.

“But you’re not like the others.”

You swallowed. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you, gaze unreadable.

“Some people admire from afar. Others… become part of the story.”

You were about to ask what that meant when you heard the soft creak of a door upstairs. Scaramouche was coming back.

Kazuha straightened up and finally smiled—soft, sweet, and utterly disarming.

“You should be careful who you admire, [Name]. Some people don’t like sharing.”

You were still skeptical about the conversation but nonetheless stood up as scara finally came back.

After editing and finally finishing the project You led them down the hall, heart still thudding a little too fast after the earlier conversation. The storm outside rumbled louder now, the rain lashing against the windows like impatient fingers. You pushed open the door to the guest room and flicked on the light.

"if you guys are hungry i dont have much but you can heat up whatevers on the fridge." kazuha spoke "thank you for your hospitality [name]"

"Make yourselves comfortable," you offered softly, rubbing your arms as a draft passed through the hallway. "Let me know if you need anything."

Kazuha gave you a polite smile, while Scaramouche didn’t even glance back as he mumbled something that sounded like a “yeah.” You hesitated a moment longer before leaving them alone, closing the door gently behind you.

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Click.

The soft sound of the latch was followed by silence.

Scaramouche was the first to move—he threw himself onto the bed with a sigh, burying his face into the sheets. The scent hit him instantly, making him groan quietly.

“She smells the same as always…”

Kazuha remained by the door for a moment, then walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. His movements were precise, his posture calm—but his fingers trembled slightly with anticipation.

"Did you get it?" Kazuha asked without looking up.

Scaramouche reached into his jacket, pulling out a small, delicate item wrapped in tissue. With an amused smirk, he tossed it toward Kazuha.

Your underwear.

Kazuha caught it with both hands, as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. He brought it up to his face and inhaled slowly, reverently, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled with a barely-audible sigh.

His shoulders shivered.

"You act like it’s your first time," Scaramouche muttered, watching him with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Didn’t you already steal a pair last week?"

"Not this one," Kazuha murmured, voice hushed, as if savoring a prayer. "This one… still carries her warmth."

Scaramouche leaned back against the pillows, the same ones you’d fluffed earlier without thinking. He crossed one leg over the other, his fingers lacing behind his head.

"How'd the little chat go?" he asked casually, though his eyes remained sharp. Possessive.

Kazuha didn’t answer at first, still holding your underwear like a precious keepsake. Eventually, he spoke.

"[Name] likes him."

A pause.

Scaramouche’s smile twisted into a sneer. "Ayato? Seriously?" He scoffed. "What’s she even see in that plastic doll?"

Kazuha didn’t answer. He finally set the garment down on the bed, smoothing it like it was silk. He moved to lie beside Scaramouche, his expression unreadable.

"I couldn’t ask for more… you came back too soon," he said, tone soft, almost mournful.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, but the edge of irritation in his voice was gone. "We’ll make her forget him soon enough. She won’t have room in her head for anyone else."

Kazuha nodded once. "She already looks at us when she thinks no one notices."

The room fell quiet again—comfortable only to them, wrapped in obsession, jealousy, and something terrifyingly tender.

Outside, the storm raged on.

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Once you were in your room you let out a sigh of relief, the weird attention from the two male unsettled you, maybe you were just being delusional the good thing is-

Alone at last.

You all but collapsed onto your bed, the familiar softness wrapping around you like a lover’s embrace. It was warm, quiet, and yours. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to imagine staying like this for the rest of the night—buried under blankets, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, drowning in games and comfort.

But of course… responsibility existed.

The peaceful silence was abruptly interrupted by the buzz of your phone. You groaned softly and reached for it, lazily flipping it over—only to freeze slightly when you saw the name glowing on the screen:

Mister Boba 💧

Ayato.

Your face lit up with a smile as you sat up straighter, the weight of exhaustion suddenly lifting.

Mister Boba:

[Name], I hope I’m not disturbing your night.

I was wondering if you could stop by tomorrow. I have matters to discuss about the festival.

You didn’t even hesitate.

You:

Of course! I’ll bring you some boba on the way :>

You bit your lip to hide your smile, though no one could see it. Maybe it was stupid to get excited over something that was probably just council-related, but still—you squealed into your pillow anyway, the excitement bubbling up in your chest like a warm drink on a cold night.

Delusional? Maybe. But what was life without a little delusion?

You laid there for a few minutes, kicking your feet beneath the covers like a teenager. Slowly, the buzz wore off, and you forced yourself to calm down, standing up to change into your pajamas.

That was when you noticed it.

“Huh…?” you muttered, furrowing your brows as you scanned your dresser. You checked the laundry hamper. Then under your bed. Even behind your door.

Nothing.

You huffed, arms akimbo. “Where’d my favorite underwear go…?”

It might’ve sounded strange to someone else, but yes—you had a favorite pair. Comfortable, cute, and worn just right. You’d worn them earlier, you were sure of it. Maybe you misplaced them in the wash?

You let out a small, defeated sigh and ran a hand through your hair, brushing it out of your face.

“Whatever. It’ll turn up…”

Still a little bothered, you climbed back into bed and buried yourself in your sheets. The warmth felt a little different now—like something was off, barely, almost imperceptibly.

But you were too tired to care. Your eyes closed, and sleep began to take you.

[ This is Unedited and my first time writing I'm so sorry if there' errors]

[rhike]

help

I wanna make a kazuscra x reader fanfic where kazuha and scara are already lovers and has taken interest with reader...not sure if it should be in modern world or in genshin au though